Lseadragon

Fragments of Death.

#1

I was talking to a man called Peter. He had three minutes to live; after those three minutes he would have a heart attack. So we talked; and he picked up pieces of party mix from a bag with chopsticks. He ate two pieces, carefully, appreciatively; a square caramel piece, and one of those green musk sticks (although when you bit into this one it would flush out air into your mouth).

Then he went over to the road and very visibly insulted and swore at a truck driver, who came out and bashed him to death. I couldn't look; and I'm not sure if it was the heart attack or the bashing that killed him, for the truckee was ashen. I wrote a memorial speech in chalk on the footpath, beside his body.

#2

everything's falling in an atmospheric fuse
i can see the fog forming fumes on the raintop

fragmentary.

i remember being on a train to altona
Sirius Black invading an evil castle
fighting these slave things that would grab with hands
and every minute they would replicate from a guy hooked up to a machine
so he saved the guy
and went to a party.

Well, I'm starting up my oneironautical explorations in earnest once more. I have been given a new lease on life in the past few days and I am making some changes.

Plus I thought of a couple of goals today which I'd like to try.

GOALS

- Find my draconic counterpart and ask it for an explanation, or a boon. ( )

- Find the Tower of Song. ( )
- (subtask) Climb to the top. ( )-
- (subtask) Find Leonard Cohen. ( )

- Venture to the end of that strange desert. ( )

- Find my old imaginary friend Stingray ( )

I was going to the shops to buy tomatoes. But the line stretched out the door and in a circle around the parking lot. I figured fuck it, I could buy tomatoes tomorrow.

Then I was in somebody's house where a radio was playing. I was fiddling with those old Crush Gear toys, sending them around an arena; and a man was talking about a mysterious feature on a Futurama DVD where you could select one of Fry's posters. It made a strange noise and none of the DVD staff knew about it. As he talked about the strange noise the radio emitted a horrible screech (and it was horrible. It didn't belong in the dream. Thinking about it now I'd almost relate it to Castaneda's accounts of inorganic beings, for that's what it felt like. An inorganic alien, poking into my dream.) which hurt my ears. Then it changed to play Dave Holland. Soon after I woke up.

I dreamt I was an old gay man who was walking along the streets at 3am. I passed a coffee shop which had closed earlier; looked over the road to a small supermarket that was also closed, though the lights were on; and returned to the coffee shop. The owner was still there (and was also an old gay man), so he let me in. In the coffee shop dozens of really open shelves filled the open space horizontally, packed with books.

The man made me some coffee (and I wasn't sure what to ask for, stammering, although I wanted something with caramel; so when he suggested something I just went with that) which he mixed multiple times with ice cream. Apparently if they didn't do it right they'd throw it out and do it again. Seemed like a waste of ice cream.

I was Dionysus. I was walking through a park at night, and getting anxious due to the lack of light. I started walking faster; but there was no light, and nobody around. I needed to get somewhere to sleep.

But then I turned into a giant white dog, and I found the place where I slept was infested by lions and tigers. So I was really scared; they would eat me. One was wandering in my direction and I tried really hard to not get seen by it; but it kept coming. I bashed on a nearby house's window, looking at the family inside, holding up one fingerpaw to illustrate I only wanted one night.

'bout goddamn time...

Two fragmentary parts here;

One was that we were some sort of either guerilla organization or holidaygoers. You couldn't buy aspirin in the town, they filled it with artificial colouring. When we got back to our housebase, it had been turned into some sort of private school. I tried to get in, and there was a canteen, and the kids saw me; and then some teachers saw me, and this was bad because they were evil, and opposed to our cause. Also I was a sea serpent for some reason at this point

(WHICH AS AN ASIDE I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO WELL EVER SINCE I CAME HERE AND IT FINALLY POPS UP IN A NON-LUCID WHAT THE HELL)

and so I dived out the window when it became clear there was no other direction in which I could go, with lots of shattering glass and hiding in the shubbery on the side. There was a precarious drop down to the river and so I was hanging onto a branch, looking at the people searching on the lawn for a few minutes. I felt I must've been really obvious, but it was a while before they noticed me looking out of the bushes. When they did, I just let go and tumbled down a slope to the river. In the river, I realised - I didn't need to follow any cause. I was a sea serpent; I could just go eat fish and live happily.

But then in the river some people came to pick me up in a hovercar. I was unhappy but then they didn't actually take me, they took someone else who sort of looked like me. We'd exchanged some part of our souls in a complex dance; so I was now a sea serpent, and he could morph into a cat. So I could be fine here forever. :3

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Lisa and Bart and an older Bart from the Simpsons were going to a water park. You had to do this water thing together, like step on one square on your side and the other person could get through. So the younger Bart was not very good at it, the older Bart just rushed through without any regard for Lisa, and I didn't see Lisa, it was sort of a third person camera view like in video games. But then she was crying afterward and the younger Bart came to console her while the older one just made offensive remarks.

Vortex

Not a total remembered dream but let's see.

I was holding a party on some sort of rooftop, and flicking coins at a wall, to see how far they could bounce back. The first one went really far, the second not so much. Beyond a fence was a row of plants in a skate bowl arranged in the shape of a question mark, and we could see under some of them that there were thousands of coins. We considered breaking in to steal them but decided if we were going to do that we might as well break into his house and steal everything.

Somebody's mum came to check nobody was drinking. We all switched to cider really quickly and I left because she was weirdly cheery.


A back room, and there were six towering entrances with shifting images of ghosts and such. I was stealing a bicycle with some people; but an alarm went off and we had to run out the back door, discarding bicycle parts as we went. We considered putting the rims onto some cars to hide them, calling them "Skyrims".

Then there was this guy who was examining the doors and a lady was warning him against all of them. There was a giant figure which lead to the spirit world, and a door which had this monster who eat beans and vomited up baked beans. He went through one which lead to Neopets, found his way back, and then went through another door with the name of his ex-girlfriend to find himself in an endless procession of massive yellow folders. Eventually he had to play Rachmaninoff on a piano that appeared to get out, with his teacher suddenly accompanying him on violin. So he got out; but then people were watching a video inside the realm. He tried to warn them that without music it would collapse; but they didn't listen. He tried to whistle, but it was artless, and the whole thing imploded and I woke up.

Fire And Rain

We were at the video store. Alexander was buying pornography and those nasty magazines like Zoo, and had given me a list of things we needed too. When we bought the stuff and went to leave the staff asked him if he'd worked there and I replied I had. Then I realised I'd left a lot of stuff in the shopping section so we went back in through clothes and footwear, and I found my schoolbag with my laptop again under a table in papercrafts.

Out we went, and down the street; somehow we we ended up walking with these two girls, discussing our choices of bank. One needed the toilet, and I said we'd just walked past one. We discussed the merits of public toilets. Then I followed the girls into a building, rather for too long as they seemed to be going to their jobs as desk jockeys, and eventually I realised following them was awkward and left, noting everybody doing the job seemed to be really young.

Outside, a group of pre-pubescent African-American kids had turned "Baa Baa Black Sheep" into a rap, and were now releasing it with two remixes as a single. Off in the distance, American robots stopped people going up a hill. A suicide bomber was there, and they were negotiating. Also somehow most of the world's water had become infected with a virus; you could tell if the water had a slight red tinge. Tony Blair was negotiating with the robots, saying people needed to get through to the airport, and he'd hoped to talk to Optimus Prime, not the (autobots? Decepticons? I forget exactly what he said in contrast). I walked off, found the man who'd drive me home, and a bunch of people were clustered about, considering the implications of the virus. I force-vomited up my lunch, to get any virus out, and tried to write a message using paint, and also a text message. Both were very difficult for some reason. A woman was selling the tiniest xylophones ever, another man was playing Fire and Rain by James Taylor on a guitar, and the Canadians had fresh water in jugs.